zellandyne: (eeyore)
( Jan. 30th, 2009 09:52 am)
Someday I will write about the strange and prickly woman who is my grandmother. I will write about her unflagging support and about the communication gap we've never been able to bridge. I will write about her calling me and saying, "You're voting for Obama, right? Good." I will write about the first time we met, when she pointed at my chest and said, "You got those from me." I will write about going to China with her. I will write about getting her hooked on vampire chick lit (well, really, it was probably the werewolves that hooked her). I will write about the misery of visiting her for any span of time.

I don't know if I'll ever write about how much she hurt her sons, or how much they hurt her. I don't know enough to write about her daughter's death. I don't know the truth of her life with her husband, since her stories and my father's stories differ so widely.

She told me, yesterday, she's giving me power of attorney and a DNR order. She asked me to be executor of her will. She said her sons should do it, but since they won't, it falls to me. She apologized for the burden. She said she's 91 now, and it's a matter of when, not if. She said I am the only family she has. Which means I am the only family she trusts, and rightly so. I told her she wouldn't want my father or Uncle to do these things for her now, anyway. They don't know her anymore.

I told her I would do it.


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